Saturday, May 24, 2014

8 months ago


It all started when the cup slipped from the hands and the floor was flooded with fresh coffee, did not know why, but suddenly had a kind of whiplash shaken his right wrist. I gave more importance. Although cookiejar the pain did not cease during the day or for the rest of his life. The next day, to get out of bed, made some crack in his right foot, this time screamed in pain, and decided it was a good time to go to the doctor. - I've never seen anything like it, 'said his doctor after you a few rays -. Own cracked wrist and ankle are not broken at all, but it seems as if something had tried to crack from within your own body. She did not give it much thought. Medical. All crazy. A couple of bands and house. Two weeks later I could not move out of bed, had almost cookiejar every bone in his body completely shattered. Nobody understood what was happening. Right now beginning to be happy, they said. But she was beginning to get an idea, it was a ridiculous idea but could not find another explanation. At the end the inevitable happened, the last bone in the crack was his neck. And she died. When they did the autopsy discovered the source of all cuts of his bones were splintered bones. The origin was a steel parts had throughout his body. Putting all the pieces was discovered that the exact shape of your heart. And they never knew why. She knew. I knew from the day he began to be happy again. That day he felt something break inside her, that something was the armor steel was forged based drops, bumps and disappointments around her heart. But now that shell full of fear had no place to go, was trapped in his body, so he tried to escape through bones, and finally got it, this armor was free, there was no fear, there was nothing.
(Uni) verses (in) finite. Never say never but nothing is forever cookiejar so far away. My little scar. Sometimes we are so much and so many others we are nothing. Smile and let the world wonder why. Now it is impossible cookiejar to undo what you did. Love winter.
I have dirty glasses
Memories of a fluorescent adolescent
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